Infinitely Losing My Edge
Yeah, I'm losing my edge.
I'm losing my edge.
The kids are coming up from behind.
I'm losing my edge.
I'm losing my edge to the kids from Oman and from Philadelphia.
But I was there.
I was there in 1971.
I was there at the first Big Star show in Memphis.
I'm losing my edge.
I'm losing my edge to the kids whose footsteps I hear when they get on the decks.
I'm losing my edge to the internet seekers who can tell me every member of every good group from 1969 to 1970.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Shanghai and Copenhagen.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school London kids in little jackets and borrowed nostalgia for the unremembered nineties.
I'm losing my edge.
I'm losing my edge.
I can hear the footsteps every night on the decks.
But I was there.
I was there in 1984 at the first Arcadia practice in a loft in London.
I was working on the spring reverb sounds with much patience.
I was there when David Bowie started up his first band.
I told him, "Don't do it that way. You'll never make a dime."
I was there.
I was the first guy playing Don Cherry to the grunge kids.
I played it at the Spitz.
Everybody thought I was crazy.
We all know.
I was there.
I was there.
I've never been wrong.
But I'm losing my edge to better-looking people with better ideas and more talent.
And they're actually really, really nice.
I'm losing my edge.
I heard you have a compilation of every good song ever done by anybody.
Every great song by Barbara Tucker. All the underground hits.
All Charles Mingus tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Flamin' Groovies record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rock hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a marimba and a güiro and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Arab on Radar record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought a synthesizer.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer and bought a snare.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Invisible,
Duran Duran,
Talk Talk,
Eric B and Rakim,
Terry Callier,
Boredoms,
Sonny Sharrock,
Bang on a Can All-Stars,
Ronnie Foster,
Black Pus,
Surgeon,
Stockholm Monsters,
The Sonics,
Gong,
Throbbing Gristle,
Flipper,
Minor Threat,
Delon & Dalcan,
Moebius,
The Doobie Brothers,
Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx,
Roxette,
The Smoke,
Skarface,
June of 44,
The Sisters of Mercy,
Arcadia,
Drexciya,
DJ Sneak,
Marcia Griffiths,
Q and Not U,
Robert Görl,
Susan Cadogan,
JFA,
R.M.O.,
Soul Sonic Force,
Pylon,
Terrestrial Tones,
Tears for Fears,
Shoche,
The Associates,
Mary Jane Girls,
Sex Pistols,
The Pop Group,
Skaos,
X-102,
The Slackers,
the Germs,
Angry Samoans,
Davy DMX,
Camron Feat. Memphis Bleek And Beenie Seigel,
Camberwell Now,
Panda Bear,
Carl Craig,
Average White Band,
Joey Negro,
Kool Moe Dee,
Magazine,
the Fania All-Stars,
Jandek,
The Move,
Inner City,
Lungfish, Lungfish, Lungfish, Lungfish.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.